Emma and Jake followed behind, Jake kicking stray rocks in his path. Will loaded up the luggage in the back seat while Emma watched. She clenched her fists, unsure what to say. The damaged side of the truck taunted her, accusing her of taking him for granted. “Will?” she hesitated. His expressionless eyes turned to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry about this morning. It was completely inappropriate and it won’t happen again.” “Will…” She started to reach for his hand but he pulled it away. “Emma,” he sighed. “Just get in the truck.” Defeated, she climbed in the front seat. Jake sat in silence, staring at the fire pit. Emma didn’t blame him. It was safer to stay out of the line of fire although at this point it seemed to be a war of silence. Will turned in the cabin key at the office then headed onto the mountain road back to Denver. Emma leaned her elbow on the window frame, resting her chin on her hand watching the endless parade of trees pass by. She couldn’t shake her feeling of dread.
